This won't be the last you'll hear from me it's just the start
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me
I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin brace yourself i'm bent with bitterness
When your apologies fail to ring true,
(you're) so slick with that sarcastic slew or phrases like 'i thought you knew', while keeping me in hot pursuit
Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (abscence follows)
In the end, i win every time as ink remains
Sour tastes prevail as you play back the tape machine